He Spoiled His Mistress, So I Made Him Bankrupt

Inside were key business documents from our Hadid Corporation. This time, I had to move first and prepare before the storm hit.

As I sat at the desk, my eyes landed on the wedding photo. At some point, the picture of Drake and me had been replaced with one of him and Meghan.

Her smile was sweet and innocent, yet it was a harsh reminder that my marriage to Drake was over.

I swallowed the bitterness rising in my chest and quickly searched for the file. But it was locked, password-protected.

Panic rose as I tried every password Drake might’ve used, but nothing worked. On a whim, I typed in a random set of numbers.

When the screen flashed “Password Correct,” my heart skipped a beat.

It was the date he first met Meghan.

“So late and you’re still up, baby?”

Drake leaned casually against the doorway, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Baby, are you jealous?”

I took a slow breath and looked at him with a mocking smile.

“Didn’t you say she was just an insignificant intern?”

Drake shrugged with a helpless smile. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Just seeing her makes me feel strangely happy. I just want to be around her all the time. Baby, it’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way. Do you think I’ve been poisoned?"

"But don’t worry, in my heart, no one could ever replace you, baby…"

"Baby, it’s been a while since we… Do you want to?"

As he spoke, he leaned in, pressing against me, the desire he’d held back earlier now rushing back with force.

I quickly stepped away, disgust flickering in my eyes.

Then, I picked up the file I had prepared and handed it to him.

He lifted a brow, amused. "Got your eye on something again? Alright, alright, whatever it is, I’ll buy it for you."

Without even glancing at the contents, he signed his name with a flourish.

My goal achieved, I gently slipped out from under him, feigning fatigue.

"I’m exhausted. Maybe next time."

Let him use me to put out a fire another woman started?

Never.

Clutching the divorce papers, a wave of relief washed over me.

Very soon, I’d be free again.

The following week, Drake flew abroad to attend a business gala. Meghan couldn’t get her passport processed in time and was forced to stay behind.

She showed no restraint at all, strutting around like she owned the place, bossing every servant as if they answered to her.

She stuck her nose into everything. The entire household buzzed with complaints.

Gigi came rushing to me in a panic.

“Madam, you need to come quickly. Miss Kardashian says the crabapple tree in the yard is an eyesore and insists it has to be removed. We tried to stop her, but she grabbed a ladder herself. Now she’s up in the tree, saying she’s going to trim the branches one by one!”

That crabapple tree was planted by my parents the year I married Drake. They said it would bless us with peace and lifelong happiness.

Now, Meghan wanted to cut it back—her message couldn’t be more obvious.

I rushed out and told her to come down from the ladder.

She shot me a defiant look, but the moment she spotted someone in black in the distance, her foot slipped and with a sharp scream, she fell backward.

“Ah!”

I gasped in pain, but before I could speak, Drake’s furious voice thundered through the air.

"Zendaya! Must you always go against her?"

"Don’t you realize a fall from that height could’ve been fatal?"

I answered weakly, "It was an accident, it had nothing to do with me…"

"Don’t think I don’t know, it was you who swapped the ladder! You even had it smeared with oil! You did it on purpose. You wanted Meghan to get hurt!"